[ And taking up the very end of that rope is a grown man in a trench coat. Stubbly chin, tie askew, looking very serious about the venture ahead. Quietly staring ahead, he's seemingly oblivious to the stares of the small children in front of him.
Are you a' English teacher?, one blurts out, nearly stumbling because she hasn't been watching her feet.
Nu-uh, he's gotta be someone's dad, a boy replies needlessly loud, sticking a finger into his nose for a thoughtless scratch. ]
You shouldn't do that.
[ Finally, Castiel's eyes shift - to the little boy, whose finger is wedged inside his nostril. ]
Your hands harbor up to 150 difference species of bacteria, and there are five arteries within your nasal cavity, of which could then carry them through your blood steam and up to your brain.
u-turns!
Are you a' English teacher?, one blurts out, nearly stumbling because she hasn't been watching her feet.
Nu-uh, he's gotta be someone's dad, a boy replies needlessly loud, sticking a finger into his nose for a thoughtless scratch. ]
You shouldn't do that.
[ Finally, Castiel's eyes shift - to the little boy, whose finger is wedged inside his nostril. ]
Your hands harbor up to 150 difference species of bacteria, and there are five arteries within your nasal cavity, of which could then carry them through your blood steam and up to your brain.